Note: This entry is not meant to be profound, nor even witty. It's just some unpolished crap that's rolling around in my brain and needs to come out. Then maybe I can write something fun.

EPITAPH

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
Where every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns...

I've been thinking about posting to my little blog here for some time, and like every other project I have simply put it off in favor of spending what little free time I have playing video games and reading, exercising my little escapes from the larger concerns of family, college, money, future plans and career that so often threaten to overwhelm me. Some of the recent events of the wider world, the protests in Egypt and other middle eastern countries, the protests in Wisconsin, the usual panoply...